Chapter 53 Unknown Whispers

• The whispering grew louder, curling around the edges of their minds like invisible smoke.
• Every syllable was unintelligible yet suffocating, an itch inside the skull that no amount of shaking could remove. The tunnel stretched endlessly, walls damp and glistening with a strange sheen. Footsteps echoed ahead and behind, making it impossible to tell if someone or something was following.
• Grant wiped at his forehead, but his hand came away slick with more than sweat. “This place isn’t right,” he murmured, voice cracking under the pressure. Ivy kept glancing over her shoulder, her breaths sharp and shallow. “It’s in our heads,” she whispered. “If we listen too long, it’ll tell us what to do.